His fist could split the sky, his strength could crush mountains. The fist of the Immortal of Colossal Spirit, like a mountain set sideways, directed a punch toward the roaring Red Dragon.
Before the punch's edge, the air pressure contracted, forcibly gathering the wildly dancing Red Dragon, and colliding with the tip of the Fire-tipped Spear right at the punch's forefront.
The strength crushed the True Fire, and the bursting wind screamed like gods and demons, grinding in all directions, causing the refugees on the ground to fall like grass.
Even though Yin Tulong took the initiative to attack, flying over dozens of miles and avoiding countless refugees, casualties were still unavoidable. A common saying, "Among tens of thousands, limitless and boundless," already pointed out the difficulty in taking in the scene with a single glance, let alone in this place with over a million people.
But at this moment, there was no time to worry about that.
